the concurrent part of her that fell on water
is that face or facade ?
body or bodice ?
eye or I ?
color blue reshapes its structure
metal sobbing in the ore
the colored, visiting colorlanes
you looked for hair in the clouds ?
how about its underneath ? how about its intellect?
when it's even more wonderful and weighty
their hormones hungrily imaginative
transforming into plasma
those daylight drops are painted white and yellow
paint squeezed out waterless
applied directly from the tube
making tornados with night-stars
sprinkling the village below
with yellow granular cornlight
and snow begins